A Ton Of Short 2doc Fanfics

hugs and stitches

Murdoc's POV

"Stop! N-no more!" 2d screamed out as I wailed on him, angrily. "Ah can't take it!" He bawled, trying to push me away. His eye was swelled shut, and blood was spilling from his mouth and nose.
"Well, ya gonna!" I growled, dragging one of my nails down his cheek, drawing blood. He closed his eyes, crying silently. His whole being was shaking. I burst into ecstatic laughter as he gave up. He took the rest of my punches, scratches, and slaps without a sound. When I was too tired to hit him anymore, I got up. He was hardly conscious, as he squinted at me, violently shivering.
"W-wot did a-ah even dew?" 2d asked me, before his eyes closed.
Shit. I thought beat 'im unconscious again. Ah well. I laid him on the sofa, haphazardly. He looked so limp, and fragile. I loved the idea of him being so... breakable. I grabbed a beer from my cooler and started drinking it. I shoved him to one side of the junky couch, and I sat on the other. I kept looking at him, and I couldn't figure out why my eyes would repeatedly focus on him.
Guilty yet?
I shook my head. I, Murdoc Niccals, never felt guilty. Ever.
He didn't deserve that...he never does...
I, once Again, ridded myself of these thoughts. They went against everything I ever stood for.
What did he ever do to deserve something like you?
I desperately tried to stop the thoughts, but I couldn't. I lit a cigarette, and inhaled deeply. I wanted to fill my mind with nothing more than tobacco and nicotine. Sadly, it wasn't so easy. 2d rolled from the couch and fell onto the carpet of my Winnebago. I rolled my eyes at him, not even bothering helping him back onto the couch.
He'd never do this to you, even if he could...
Still, these thoughts plagued my mind. I contemplated what to do to make them stop. I sighed, and got up, picking the boy back up. Hus lanky figure made it awkward to lay him on the bed,but I managed. Looking at him, I felt an odd sensation... calmness. I smiled and let out a slight sigh.
Join him.....hold him and never let go...
These thoughts caused so much more anxiety than the past ones, but I didn't necessarily want these thoughts to go away. I shrugged and laid next to him on the bed, pulling him into a hug. Something I could never do while he was conscious.
I fell asleep, hugging the angel-boy tightly.
...I'll never let you go...